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socialitism​:

OPEN TO: everyone  LOCATION: whiskey lullaby

“Looks like you need a drink.”

“Are you offering or do I have to flirt with you first? Toot your ego a bit, hm? How about you get me a drink and I give you some of my nachos?”

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socialitism​:

OPEN TO: everyone  LOCATION: whiskey lullaby

“Looks like you need a drink.”

“Looks like I already have one. How’s it going, Adam?”

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ofnihilism​:

open to: all  location: higgs beach 

if cold sunk bone deep, the heat of the florida sun could scorch right through you. most days, it felt as if the sun concentrated by a magnifying glass, splaying itself over the keys, as if apollo himself held a grudge. still, there was beauty there. skin coated in spf, darragh leaned back a little on her beach towel, hiked up on her elbows as music flowed through her headphones and into her head, soothing the tension in her shoulders from the week past. shoulders sinking into the sand as she let her hair splay out, darragh let herself soak in the balmy heat, content with all the beautiful difference from her beach on ireland, until a shadow eclipsed the sun above her. eyes still closed, she reached up to pluck a headphone from her ear. “alright up there?” voice light, she glanced up, squinting behind her sunglasses.

Lucky for the beachgoer who laid flat on the earth, enjoying a hot summer day out on the beach, Aydin had been quick on his feet and caught the stray football before it bashed her face and flung her sunglasses off. So when she looked up at him, none the wiser, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah. It’s great up here.” He turned, arching his arm back by the elbow before releasing it to back to the group of guys who had been playing. 

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location: wherever Caria works lol who: @tendiespullum​ — closed. 

Letting go of everything he built and was a part of was probably the stupidest thing that Aydin could have objectively done, but he couldn’t stay in Albany anymore. He couldn’t be the guy who lived a perfectly mapped out and mundane life until he retired and have ten years left to do the things he really wanted. He was already in his thirties and time was the one thing money couldn’t buy back. He didn’t have any solid plans in mind when he took the plan to Florida, but he knew he needed to do one thing in particular and that was going to see her. It wasn’t like he had been expecting anything out of an impromptu reunion with Caria, but he needed to see the person who inspired him to really try living. What he didn’t realize was how much she had changed. Aydin still remembered where she worked and decided to try his luck. Things panned out and the receptionist at the law firm let him wait for her in the lobby until she walked out for her lunch break. He was in plain sight of the elevators so they wouldn’t miss each other. 

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tendiespullum​:

“I’m goin’ to plead the fifth there because I have a feelin’ you’ll make fun of me for being a cliche Texan boy.” Jake teased as he stepped out of the ambulance, shutting the door and walking around it towards her side. “Is that why you moved here?” He asked as he turned to start walking into the station, glancing over his shoulder at her with a small smirk on his features. “A mean spaghetti? I didn’t realize noodles could be rude.” He teased her as he reached out, grabbing the handle of the door and pulling it open as he glanced over at her. “Ladies first. You also have to understand that if you make something delicious in this firehouse that you’ll probably end up being on food duty for a few months until you snap.” He brushed his tongue along his lower lip as a grin came along his features. “These men and women are monsters when it comes to food.”

“I hope you know Texas is up there with the worst states to be from.” Even though it was a slight jab, she informed him of that fact playfully. That was the thing about Samantha, she said what she wanted to but never to hurt anyone’s feelings which helped her get along with most people. Actually, everyone. She had no enemies in Key West and hadn’t since she moved there years and years ago so she hardly thought her knew coworker would be the first to give her a run for her money. “Because my parents divorced? Yeah, I mean it’s not like I could split myself in half. One part go with mom and the other with dad.” She laughed, following him into the break area. She sniffed the delicious air and grabbed a plate. “Wow, I’m absolutely loving the special treatment today.” No hazing? Wasn’t that part of every fire department’s new recruit welcomings? Regardless, she wasn’t going to question it because her stomach growled and she was ready to dig in. “Note to self: pretend to be a shit cook.” She nudged him and chuckled. “Is that all you’re gonna eat? You’ve had a big day today. And you have to understand something. As long as you’re my partner, your belly will be full of energy.” To be fair, she was bad at cooking anything other than traditional Thai dishes. 

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tendiespullum​:

“Pretty close,” the raven-haired woman spit out as her head tilted to the side. There was something about Chase that aggravated her, sometimes all she wanted to do was squash his damn face into something so she didn’t have to look at it. She also had danced between being disgustingly attracted to him and hating his guts. She stared at him, keeping her expression from showing the shock filling her stomach. Did he really want to kiss her? Should she be feeling flattered and upset at the same time? Why was she even upset? She shouldn’t have been so surprise when he hit the palm of the door and yelled something horrifying embarrassing. Her tongue brushed along her lower lip as she raised her hand up towards his chest, curling the material of his shirt around her hand as she tugged him closer to her. She leaned up towards him as she brushed her tongue along his, letting out a short warm breath against his mouth. “Chase,” she whispered before she spoke a little louder. “Wow! Your dick is so small, it makes my pinky finger look like a giant!” She didn’t move to create any space between them. “Game on, Okafor.” She whispered close to his lips.

Being in that closet felt like a glitch in the matrix because time was passing way to slowly and he really hated to waste his life stuck with someone as irritating as the Latina in front of him. He took less than half a step back after the front of their shoes touched. “Hey, watch it! Don’t crease the Js, dude. What the fuck.” He looked down at his shoes for a moment, lamenting the fact that his precious kicks had to be stomped on by some Louis Vuitton's or whatever the fuck rich whiny girls like Juliana Rodriguez wore. He’d never say it out loud but the way she coordinated her outfits was cute. Chase met her eyes once more when he saw the embarrassed look on her face after fits of laughter broke out outside the door. He thought that was it, that he’d won this round and she’d that the L until she got that mischievous look in her eyes, one that he was all too familiar with. Her shouts made him laugh. “Oh please, nice try. Most of the women out there know that’s a straight up lie.” He said, insinuating that he’d already banged most of them, including her friends. Chase heard the timer go off and someone told them it was time to come out. “Excuse the moose.” He said about her before opening the door and walking out. A couple of his friends walked over to him, wanting to fist bump him for kissing Juliana... to which Chase shook his head. “Seven minutes in heaven? More like seven minutes surviving hell and a longue sloppy tongue.” He laughed, but stole a quick glance over to the raven haired woman. 

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tendiespullum​:

Owen laughed, one that was genuine and full of light. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this, finding the missing part of himself in this interaction only made him realize how dark and lonely he made his life after she shut the door on them. “God… You’re such a fuckin’ dork.” He brushed his tongue along his lower lip as he glanced over in her direction. “But we both know I’ll drink you under the table.” He smirked in her direction as he stepped away from the line over towards the bottle and the two cups. He put the darts down on the table next to them, shaking his head at her words. “So full of yourself,” he muttered as he opened up the bottle, pouring the two shots for the both of them as his gaze drifted over to watch her hit the bullseye. He plucked both glasses up and held one out towards her. “There are no words to read,” he teased as he clicked his glass with hers, drinking down the contents in one swift motion. He put the empty glass down, taking the dart from her and moving to the line. “You really dyin’ to know to?”

Jordan pressed her lips together to suppress the smile his dork comment brought. Maybe if she had wanted to break up all those years ago she would have hated how easy it was to spend time with him like this. However, the reality was that it was easy because there had never been anything she hated about their relationship back then. Owen had been amazing to her so she shouldn’t have been so surprised now that they slipped back into old habits with their back and forth banter. Jo couldn’t hold back the smile anymore and just let the grin shine on her face when he called her out on her pride. “Sounds like you’re jealous, Fletcy boo.” She said, playing a twist on his last name. “What do you mean?” She cocked her head to the side, widening her eyebrows. “Of course there are words to read. Look, they’re right there.” She got on her tiptoes and swiped her index fingers across his forehead. “It reads L O S E R. Loser.” Jo broke out into another laugh, but immediately lost her balance and stumbled right into his chest. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she pushed off and stumbled a couple of steps back. When did he his chest get so rock hard? “What it. You nearly poked my eye out with the dark.” She swallowed hard at the accidental touch and just made something up to distract him from how hot her face felt. Maybe she really was starting to feel the drinks. “I mean, it’s not like my life is all that glamourous but I’m not dying to know. So if you wanna keep that cute mouth shut then that’s fine by me.” Had that just slipped out?

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tendiespullum​:

Owen laughed. “You think you can handle your liquor better than me? Is that what you’re trying to say?” He teased, brushing his tongue along his lower lip as he headed across the bar. He set his empty glass on one of the tables by the dart board, glancing over in the direction of the blonde. God, it was hard not to smile at the fact the two of them had ended up in the same bar on the same night. He had thought about running into her again for years and now that it happened he didn’t want to dwell on all the questions he had, all the feelings he felt because he didn’t know if they would run into each other again. “You are talking to a professional sports player… Darts is just like football… It’s just smaller.” He smirked as she brushed his tongue along his lower lip as he took a step towards the line after grabbing a few darts. He stood on the line, picking up one of the darts out of his other hand and tossing it towards the board, hitting the bullseye right away. “Hate the game not the playa,” he laughed, glancing over at her. “Mind pourin’ me some?”

“Look. I see the way you’re eyeing me up and down right now but let me tell you something, Owen James Fletcher. Just because I’m like half your size and you probably bench press my bodyweight on a rest day doesn’t mean I can’t out drink you. Some may even confuse me for a sailor. Ahoy!” Honestly, she was mostly talking a lot to distract him and see if he missed but also because it was nice to see him like this. Seeing his smile was much better than the more somber man who’d been at her side at the bar. And, she couldn’t help herself when it came to looking at him now. He still had that same boyish smile she fell in love with and it was currently melting her heart all over again. Stop it Jo!, she reprimanded herself, it’s been years and he probably moved on and hasn’t thought about you in ages. And even if it had, it’s not like anything would change. She was still under an NDA to not talk about why she broke up with him in the first place. She pulled herself out of her thoughts and rolled her eyes at his words. “Uh huh, mhm. Sure sure. Just like football. You keep telling yourself that, big boy.” Jordan’s eyes followed the dark as it left his hand and stuck directly in the center. The smile on her face dropped and turned into a pout as she stomped over to him and took another dart away from him. She made an attempt at pushing him with her shoulder. “Pour it yourself. Actually, pour two. One for me.” She pulled her hand back and stood ready, giving a few practice swings before she launched it, making it on the bullseye as well. “Read it and weep.” She took a few steps towards him and waited for the shot. “Clink me.” She touched her shot glass to his before drinking it. Jordan handed him another dart. “So why’d you really come here all by your lonesome, huh?”

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tendiespullum​:

Her hand reaching out and touching his was the last thing he had expected, the way her touch burned his skin but also craved it felt like an internal war. There were so many questions he wanted to ask but he knew he didn’t know if he could handle the answer. Suddenly, the fact that his girlfriend was cheating on him wasn’t as bad as the thought of someone touching the woman next to him. His girl. He brushed his tongue along his lower lip and took another shot down. He nodded his head at her words with lips pressed together as he glanced down at the new empty shot glass in between his fingers. He glanced over in her direction, a small smile coming along his lips as he kept his gaze on her, seeing the light up expression on her features as she talked about the two of them playing a game of darts again. “Yeah, alright. You know by the end of this we are probably going to need to get our stomach pumped?” He laughed as he leaned towards the bartender. “I’ll buy a bottle off you,” he gestured to Jordan. “Get a bottle of whatever she wants and put it on my tab.” He plucked his shot glass off the bar and hopped off the stool, making his way over towards the dart board.

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Jordan was the one who broke it off, but she never wanted to. The shots she had downed were starting to give her a bit of a tipsy high and she didn’t think about how confusing smiling at him might’ve been. She never considered the possibility that he thought she hated him post breakup, in fact, she dully expected him to hate her for leaving so abruptly. It had been horrible and she spent countless months replaying how awful it had been, all the while filled with regret. “Oh yeah? We’re going to get them pumped? The both of us?” Jo asked as she leaned forward and smiled at the bartender who dismissed other patrons just to walk over to her. She leaned even more forward and pointed at one of the tequila bottles, not top shelf stuff but close. “That one!” The bartender handed the bottle over and she took it with both hands. “Thank you much.” Jordan didn’t have enough money in her bank account to afford the entire bottle so she was glad he offered. The blonde looked over her shoulder and up to the taller man. “It sounds like you’re talking a lot of smack for someone who’s got no game, Owen!” She playfully challenged and hoped off the barstool, adjusting her little dress before heading to the dart wall where she put the bottle off to the side after popping it open. “You first.” She handed him a couple of darts and took a step back. What the hell were they doing and why did it feel so nice?

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tendiespullum​:

Owen glanced over at her as he held the beer in between his fingers. His eyes drifted towards the bartender, brushing his tongue along his lower lip as he asked for shot of whiskey. There was something about being around Jordan that made all his urges come to the surface. He had tried so hard through the years to make sure he never fucked up in public and the relationship he had with his girlfriend or someone he thought was his girlfriend he did everything he could pour his emotions into it but sitting next to Jordan he was slapped with a hint of reality. No one would ever come close to being Jordan and he would never feel anything for anyone else. He brought the shot glass to his lips, drinking it down in one swift motion just like she was but he hadn’t been looking at her because it was too hard to keep looking in her direction. “Getting by is… alright.” He cleared his throat as he pushed the empty shot glass towards the male behind the bar, glancing over at him. “I don’t feel like a success.” It was fucking lonely. Most people who got close to him only wanted to use him for his fame and to find out the girl he had started seeing was like that too. He cleared his throat as he picked up the fresh shot glass in front of him. “It’s lonely at the top, Jo.”

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Jordan did follow Owen throughout his professional career. It was hard not to when she had never really stopped loving him. She wanted the best for him and although she knew it wasn’t her, she still wanted to make sure he was okay. However, she drew the line at his personal life. She didn’t even have an instagram so she wouldn’t be tempted to look at the things he was doing outside of the football field. And she tried dating other people, she tried so hard to mend her broken heart but seeing him face to face now only made her realize that it was still broken behind a self-built barrier of walls. So no, she hadn’t been aware of his love life or the circumstances that led him to that bar. But she was cursing herself for wanting to stay and listen, even have a chat for old times sake. She looked over to him curiously as he started talking. She took in his sharp jawline and the way it hardened when the burn of the alcohol went down his throat. Owen sounded... sad. The blonde had just started to wonder if something was wrong when he continued. She wanted to reach out and comfort him, so she did. Her hand stretched out and rested on top of the one he used to push the shot glass away. She gave him a little squeeze before pulling back, shocked at herself for doing that. “It’s pretty lonely at the bottom too, Owe...” The nickname involuntarily slipped from her lips. She had been the one who broke him years ago. The least she could do was drink a couple of shots to help him feel better. “Hey.” Her tone turned into something a little happier. “How about we play a game? The darts one we used to love. Every time one of us hits the bullseye we take a shot?” They both were oddly great at darts and it had always been something they did to show off, seeing how drunk they had to be before they started missing. 

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name: Aydin Evcen age & birthday: 32, July 8th residence: Newtown Apartments from: Albany, New York gender & pronouns: Cis Male, He/Him occupation: Entrepreneur  fc: Kerem Bursin played by: April, She/Her, 24, CST

TWs in bio: death

Synopsis: Came from a wealthy background and let go of everything and moved to Key West where he briefly lived. Total business man attitude with big dreams.

Background

Aydin grew up as the oldest of two sons to successful parents who immigrated to New York from Turkey. He was raised to set an example for his younger brother and was often kept on a tight leash, but he rarely disappointed and his parents never had to know about the times he snuck out at night or went against their will to have fun. Aydin had always been a curious mind, things came easily to him, and he was always looking for the next best thing. His mother encouraged it, but his father thought he had too many dreams inside that head of his. He was supposed to ace his way through private schools, go to college, land a successful career among one of the family’s many businesses, get married, spawn a couple kids, and retire on a yacht like his father had. And, for the most part, Aydin had been right on track. 

He was soccer, student body president, valedictorian, and focused on getting into a good college. Eventually he headed off on a full ride scholarship to one of the top schools in the country where he became the president of multiple clubs and lead various research studies with his professors. He moved to Key West, Florida to complete his grad program and then fell into the perfect internship in the city. That’s where he met her. The woman with short, dark hair and big eyes that quite literally took a hold of his heart. However, as most first loves went, they two ended up parting ways when their lives led them in different directions. He knew he couldn’t ask her to leave everything behind for him so he went without her.

Aydin moved back to Albany and started working for his father like they planned all of his life. A couple of years later, he was made head of one of the companies and he started to live the life most dreamed of but there was always something missing. They say that people always want what they can’t have, and Aydin yearned for simplicity. One thing led to another once again and he found himself dropping everything. Maybe it was a midlife crisis at thirty-two years old, but he wasn’t going to spend the rest of his life chasing after things he didn’t care about anymore. His brother’s death ignited an old wick, stirring up a fire in him that pushed him to embrace uncertainty. There was no time like the present so he decided to go back to the one place he’d found true happiness. He might have a fortune to his name, but he flew to Key West with no intentions on using it on himself.

WCs: New friends, etc. lol sorry he’s new new to town

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tendiespullum​:

Daphne didn’t know much about the small town she had been living in for the last four months and she typically didn’t get involved with people simply because of their label. She lifted her eyes up towards the man in front of her, pressing her lips together. “I am really awful at complimenting people…” Her husband used to scold her if she said anything remotely flirty to any other man they were around even when it wasn’t her intention so she never knew when she was crossing the line or not. She brushed her fingers against the lukewarm mug as she pressed her lips together, glancing down at the liquid inside of it. “Really?” She lifted her eyes up towards him as she let out a soft sigh. “I don’t wish this situation on anyone,” it had been frustrating, all she wanted was to be able to move on. She laughed at his words, shaking her head as her cheeks turned a certain shade of pink. “You’re very easy on the eyes… If that helps.” She bit on her lips nervously as she glanced back down at the mug. “He’s been having affairs… Apparently more than one but… I’ll never make it on my own.” She quoted his words as she tapped her index finger against the cup. “I’ll never find someone who loves me as much as he does…” She exhaled. “I don’t know if he’s trying fool me or himself cause I always heard that if you cheat on the person you’re married to that you are clearly unhappy and not in love… I don’t know why he wants that for himself.” She never really saw anything wrong with what he always said to her, it only made her sad because clearly he was unhappy with his life.

Miles smiled when she tried again with the compliment. The way she worded it was really kind and not at all what he had experienced from other women who flirted with him in the past, but he also didn’t think that she was flirting with him. He took another drink from his coffee cup and tried not to look so shocked when she not only revealed that she was married but that her marriage was awful. At least, it sounded that way. Admittedly, he hadn’t expected to get a load down on her unfortunate love life but if she was saying all of this to someone who was almost a stranger than she really needed to talk about it and he knew it was often easier to tell a stranger the hard things, they never judged as harshly. That was the hope and in Miles’s situation it was true. “Wow.” He frowned and shook his head. “It sounds like you already know the answer to that.” He wasn’t there to tear a marriage apart so he took a moment before speaking again. “Do you want to be with him?” He asked tentatively. “I’ve heard marriage counseling can help a lot, but I’m not married, I wouldn’t know. My parents have been going to it regularly for the past fifteen years and they would still spend time apart than together actually, but I’m sure it works for some people. I’m sorry,” He sat forward, “it sounds like a shitty situation.” 

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socialitism​:

“Are you sure about that? I’m 100% positive I parked in the employee parking lot where we don’t get towed so jokes on you….” 

“Except from five to ten when they’re supposed to redo the paint on the parking lines. Tsk, tsk. You should check your employee emails. I bet if you run you’ll make it before the tow guy hooks it up... she’ a runner she’s a track star.” 

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ofangcls​:

“It’s short for Francesca. I used to go by Fran, I had a huge crush on the Nanny,” she let out with a smile. “Kind of. In a way. But not really. I visited here a while back, and I just fell in love with the city itself. So, I said goodbye to Miami and moved a whole four hours away.” She fit into the beach life, which explained why her move hadn’t been all that much of a big one.

“My favorite episode is when they’re eating pizza and Fran slaps one slice over another and someone asks if she’s on a diet and without missing a beat she’s like if you eat it this way the body doesn’t know.” The part that Miles didn’t mention was how that was his favorite way of eating pizza now. “It’s kinda hard not to, I supposed.” Miles continued as she did too, listening and interjecting here and there. “It’s pretty cool that you managed it. A lot of people wouldn’t up and leave like that.”

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ofriparian​:

If it was one thing in the world that Aurora Petrelli needed, it was goddamn therapy, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t sit down and talk to someone, anyone, about what had happened to her beloved boyfriend two months ago. It was Rory who had gotten the dope, it was Rory who had suggested and insisted that they call their other dodgy dealer, when their other dealer had cut them off. She should have known. In her chemically imbalanced brain, she didn’t think about anything else - just the sweet relief of a needle and that was her therapy. The therapy of escaping, of pressing the needle into her arm and laying back on her bed and counting how many seconds it took in order to just pass out. Her brain could be quiet then and there - it could be beautiful and soft and shushed. She didn’t even realize, until a half hour later, that when she got up, that Rocko wasn’t moving. She had kissed him, or at least gone to, and his lips were cold. Already cold. The boy who she had first fallen in love with as a mere teenager was gone, right there on the bed next to her and she had been asleep. All she could remember were blurs - calling her brother in a panic, sobbing and screaming once he got there, begging Cyrus to wake Rocko up, get him up and awake - but he was gone. He’s gone, amore. He’s gone, Aurora. 

This was Rory’s therapy - sitting here with a dear friend and blowing out the smoke that she had just inhaled, the feeling of pot already flooding her veins. She didn’t want to babysit the joint, so she passed it over to Cameron with a smile. “Oh, yeah? Ya gonna gimme a million dollars if we off her? Let’s do it, kid. You and me. It’ll be great. I could use some money - bartendin’ ain’t it.” Truth was that Rory made a good wage and tips were ample too - but all of it went up her fucking nose and she knew that. It was just easier to blame it on other shit. 

“Oh, real fuckin’ professional, askin’ about his own needs and not yours. What kind of crackpots they got workin’ here, huh? Don’t offer shit or do shit for them, Cam. I’m serious. These therapists, I’m tellin’ ya, are my fucked up than the patients and yet they sit here and judge us? Real nice. Real logical.” She rolled her eyes. She sounded like Rocko, because Rocko said the same thing. Maybe too many times, maybe that’s why she said it herself. 

“Me? You know, probably nothin’ besides this, plus coke and workin’. Where do ya wanna go with that plane of yours? Mmm, we could go anywhere, can’t we?” She spread out on the rooftop, arms out, and spun around, sunglasses from a top her head now falling to be placed right in front of her eyes. “So many fuckin’ places to go. What about New York? I got family there. A lotta family there. They might eat you up though - they’re Italian ladies who don’t fuckin’ quit, let me tell ya.” 

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Cameron had to learn it the hard way, like a lot of other people: that nothing can be done for a dead person. He should have recognized the pain that ate him up inside over the last several years as something more than the grieving process. He didn’t think that his best friend knew what would happen to those he left behind, no one ever did. People that were left behind, family and friends and loved ones, were always devastated but then there were people like Cameron... and Rory... who carried an especially heavy load with them because they were the ones who had to life with the guilt of knowing they weren’t able to save them. Even still, he found it extremely difficult to view death as anything selfish, whether it was accidental or not. 

He never asked Rory any details, all he knew was the very small amounts of things she spewed during the meetings, and likewise with him. He knew her boyfriend was gone and she seemed a lot more reckless, much like he’d been when his best friend first passed away. So her loss had to be fresh. Cameron looked over, watching the puff of smoke leave her lips and be carried away with the wind. “Yeah, maybe.” It was all Cameron could say because he’d been too entranced. 

But she continued and he made sure to pay attention this time as he took the joint back and gave it another deep drag. He would feel his body loosening up, but it hadn’t done much for his perpetually moody mind. “Honestly, at this point I’m not sure if there are any therapists here. They all feel like volunteers.” He admitted with a chuckle before handing her the blunt. “I don’t know. They have to be decent people, y’know... to listen to all the shit that happens in the world and show up month after month. That or they’re masochists. I’m not sure what’s more disturbing.” He shrugged, leaning against the ledge to look out into the beautiful city they lived in.  

“We could go to New York.” He nodded, still listening. “I don’t mind a little nosiness as long as they’re going to feed me real well.” The man looked over to Rory once more, watching her face and all the gestures she made with it. “Life goes on y’know.” It was his one piece of non-advice that he could give her. “I don’t think it gets any better and I’m not sure hope is worth finding, but the sun always comes back out whether you want it to or not. So I guess we just have to exist as is: along for the ride.” He paused, going back to their previous topic. “When do you want to head out?”

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ofriparian​:

“Oh, a cherry coke? Look at you livin’ on the wild side. I used to go through the phase of likin’ all those different flavored cokes. I was obsessed with vanilla coke. It’s great, huh?” Taylor smiled, happy that the ice cold margarita had come to her. It was a more than average hot day, but with the margarita and being in her bikini, it felt better than it normally did. Being born from the cold weather, the winters filled with harsh ice and snow that could pile you in - Taylor never did love the Boston weather. It was good for what it was, but her personality, the lounging out and putting her mess of hair up in a ponytail and hanging in a bikini - that always felt more like her. The brisk cold touch was more Taryn, the antisocial qualities she had were as icy as the snowfall that touched every Boston household, but Taylor was more the warm spring that thawed it out - as she thawed out Taryn from her shell as well. “Yeah, Salem, the spooky Salem. Promise I ain’t a witch, although who knows? Family is from there. Could very well be.” She smirked. “Me and my sister? We got caught up in our family business, ya know. Parents always had us groomed from the start to take over their family pharmaceutical company, but - things fuckin’ change. Family can be a pain in the ass if it ain’t tended to and if ya always feel like ya gotta apologize for bein’ ya own person. We had better ideas, better aspirations, I guess.” More crimes to commit on their own. “Taryn, my sister, set everythin’ up to move and wherever the other goes, the other follows. Kind of like a written in stone law. She owns that tattoo shop, Salt & Ink. I’m the receptionist there, she does her fancy little doodling on people’s arms. Life here is just - sunnier. We were tired of the cold.” Taylor sipped at her margarita.  “I’m just used to talkin’ to people, I guess - always the more social one, I think. Tar’s got her own mind, her own shit. But what about you? What do ya do ‘round here for fun besides surf? Ya a born and raised Key West kid, huh? I bet ya lived on the water.” 

“Vanilla coke is a close second.” Miles didn’t really care to pay attention to what her words implied, he didn’t even wonder if she was teasing him because he’d had a lifetime of it and was rather desensitized by now. He was thirty years old and had stopped doing things because people said so a long time ago. Miles found it that life was a whole lot easier if he cared about the things he cared about and shrugged off the rest. “Let me know if you ever discover that you can fly.” He noted before taking the coke the server brought over and taking a sip from of it. Where had this girl come from? He felt like she wasn’t even real, just some figment of his imagination as if he was on some bad trip, but at least the day was turning out to be pleasantly eventful. And just as he leaned into the seat, she mentioned something he did have a lot of experience in. “Got your whole life mapped out for you, huh?” That was him too, even if he didn’t offer anymore information than a simple yet knowing nod. “Yeah, you told me that.” He reminded her. “Told me I should get a nice little tattoo too.” Miles said, recalling their conversation from the beach not so long ago. “It must be nice to be close to your sister. I don’t have any siblings, like I said earlier, so it’s just been kinda lonely, I guess. Not really, but you know what I mean. My parents have fancy jobs and surround themselves around people with their noses stuck in the air so I’ve always been expected to do the same but I just like surfing and music...” He finally admitted. “I think people view success in very different ways. I don’t particularly care to have money and fame as long as I’m doing something I enjoy. But yeah, born and raised here. Dan of the water.” The food came out faster than expected and Miles didn’t hesitate before digging in. “Do you play any instruments? Is there something you wanna do or are you cool just doing what you’re doing now?”